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I may feel a bit in doubt

I feel like I could scream and shout

I feel like my world is falling apart

And feeling a little like I don't have a heart

How could life treat me this way?

Wake me up and then lead me astray

Not caring if I lived or died

Or if I told the Earth goddbye

As I sit and sip my tea

I think of all the things I see

Maple trees , scattered leaves

People passing by

As I envision my life ahead of me, I begin to cry.

Just as I wipe away my tears

A light wind comes and chills my ears

A morning dove lies on my hand

As if to make me understand

The charmed life I led was enougth for me

Now this morning dove finally made me see

I have lost and I have loved

And now I know that thanks to the dove

It's beak made of porcelein, it's wings are soft feathers

It's warm touch makes me forget about the weather

The heavenly creature lays upon me as I reminisce

As I remember happy thoughts, my heart is pure bliss

When the bird leaves me, my heart is pained

But then I think of what I've gained

Without depression, my heart is no longer stained

The morning dove has helped to get me through the night

As I look up, I see it disappearing into a colorful ray of light.